Wednesday, January 15, 2020

Paradox

Paradox

Before sunrise
silhouettes of peaks rear up
as high as any I’ve seen

At this altitude
the earth tilts toward sunlight
in seeming slow motion

Like the star it is
the sun appears white hot pulsating
between two aretes 

From where I stand
the peaks remain mysteriously untouched
by heat and light
cold and black as spent coals

I practice subjecting myself to paradox
neither accepting nor rejecting 
the light and the dark
of the sun and the peaks
the light and the dark
within me
letting Nature become

Copyright Diana Shellenberger 2020